April 2010
1 post
I wasn’t suppose to be born. My mom has lupus, and she isn’t suppose to have kids. they told her she would die if she had me, and that she should abort, but here i am. i was born premature and i didn’t know how to swallow. i probably haven’t gained any guts since then. I was an only child, and my parents didn’t like the kids who lived around us much. I was perfectly content playing...
October 2009
1 post
I’m just an average person, really I am. I don’t think of myself as amazing, or even really special, I just know I am me and that I am a unique person because I am the only me. I’ve never been under a size 14 my entire life, ever. But that hasn’t held me back too much, maybe a little in the past, but not anymore. I don’t let anything hold me back anymore. I am me...
August 2009
34 posts
My story isn’t exactly a story, since it has no end yet. It’s taking me so much courage to write this and I know what’s happening to me isn’t as bad as some people but I want to share anyway. When I was in primary school, I got picked on because of my religion quite a lot. People made fun of the way I looked quite often and they destroyed my confidence. By the time I got to...
Story #31
I was always that girl who was so put together. Despite the way my father abused me for eighteen years until I finally moved away, I tried to hide every aspect of my home life from everyone I knew because I was afraid to face my demons. I’ve always been the person to put everyone else before myself, so I honestly didn’t know how to speak up for myself when my father abused me. It...
Story #30
I’m so beyond happy to have stumbled across this, I have been bullied since I was in second grade when I was brand new to a school, and I’ve always been over weight almost all my life and when I couldn’t keep up with the rest of the kids at PE they would pick on me and call me names, and then sometimes I would be on the playground and kids would fill their mouths with water at...
Story #29
The bullying for me started in middle school.I had friends for a little while and then they ditched me because they thought I wasn’t cool enough to hang out with them. We got into a fight and they started bullying me. They told everyone my secrets. I couldn’t even go on aim anymore to talk to my family because they would message me saying mean things to me. They called me words like...
Story #28
This is my second story to write on here. But this story is different. This has to do with physical abuse. When i was about 6 years of age, my family started having problems. My mom and dad started fighting and just wanted to get divorced. So as anger rose in them, emotions filled me. When i reached the age of 7 not only was i bullied i was starting to be physically abused by my parents. From...
Story #27
My story begins when school started. I started my school in Kindergarden and that was the year all went wrong. Well the teacher had a buddy writing program, so everyone in the room could write each other. Since no one wanted to write me i would start writing myself, just little notes like “Hi, how are you?” and i was basically the only one who talked to me. I didn’t have any...
Story #26
When I am stressed out or I feel like I can’t control things anymore and everything is going in what seems to be a downward spiral I stop eating. At first it was because I wasn’t hungry or I just didn’t have time to eat, but now it’s getting worse. Instead of forgetting to eat because I don’t have time I just don’t eat because I feel incontrol. If I don’t...
Story #25
After reading a few, I felt like sharing my story. In eigth grade, I became friends with this girl. We did everything together. We’d always go to concerts and celebrity events. Then high school came. From the first day, I could already tell, our friendship was gonning to fall apart. I kinda just saw it happening in my mind before it actually happened. Towards late December, we grew more...
Story #24
Here’s a little family history. Before I was born, my dad left. When I was three months old, my mom left. I grew up with my aunt and grandma. It never really hit me that I was alone until I was at my 6th grade graduation (after my grandma died) and no one showed up for me like all the other kids. I guess in 7th grade I began cutting. I’ve gotten pretty much straight A’s most of...
Story #23
The girls who started this are genius. Bullying and Self-Injury always go unnoticed. It’s about time someone took a stand. I was bullied all throughout grade school. I’d come home everyday from 3-7 grade just crying because of what someone had said or done. I didn’t really have friends. They’d all call me a friend but they wouldn’t really talk to me much. I was different than everyone else. I...
Story #22
I was best friends with my soon to be step brother in kindergarten. Our parents were really close as well. Our mothers were the best of friends so we were at each others houses a lot. After my mom passed away, my dad married his mother. Of course we were super close as it was, so we always did everything together. Years and years went on and we only got closer. Around the time I was 12 years old...
Story #21
This is my story. When I was seven, I was a pretty emotionally unstable. I had no idea how to deal with my feelings. Growing up, both my parents smoked weed and I didn’t really know until I was 13 or so, but it kinda made sense when they told me. However when I was 7, it made NO sense. All I thought of it was that mommy and daddy didn’t love me or have time for me and that I was a...
Story #20
When I was in the 7th grade my cousin in mexico was diagnosed with cancer. In order for them to stop the cancer they had to remove his entire arm and give him chemo. This made it hard on my family financially because we wanted to help them with every single thing. Fast forward to the summer before my sophomore year, We get a call saying that my grandma only had a couple months to live because they...
Story #19
so basically this is going to be one of those things where I open up and hopefully can live myself a little better. I’ve never really been able to throw my internal and deep feelings out to anyone, not even my uncles grave. So, if you want..sit back and try to relax.
I’m not going to start with my childhood because I’m one of those who really tries to forget everything about it. I didn’t have...
Story #18
Before I start, I’m not going to use names. I never do when I tell stories or rant or w/e it’s just too weird esp when it’s a subject like this.
If I were writing this about a year or two ago, I wouldn’t really have much to say. I have a wonderful mom who cares about me more than I give her credit for. My dad has his moments (he has anger management issues) but I know he loves me too. That’s...
Story #17
I remember my mother wanting me to stay inside the house all the time when I was little, I just could never guess why. One day I snuck out to play in the backyard and on the side of our white house painted in huge red letters was, “FUCK YOU AIDS INFESTED BITCH!” I ran inside and told my mom. I knew what everyone of those words meant. I had been told at 4 years old what AIDS was and...
Story #16
I’m not 100% sure what to really say. But here is the simple form: I was in a car WRECK and the driver my good friend was killed and I wasn’t. I emphasize wreck because the person who did it didn’t accidentally drink and drive on the wrong side of the highway. It was right after we were going home from a concert, perfectly normal night. We drove after the concert she got gas,...
Story #15
Reading these stories inspire me everyday and remind me of past experience so I’m going to share another story. By the way, this is Megan- the founder. I grew up in a neighborhood where most of the people were caucasian. My father is white and my mother is black, so growing up I didn’t look like most of the kids growing up. However when you’re so young, kids don’t pay any...
Story #14
It’s funny that I am submitting this anonymously but I feel like the more I tell the more I’m looked down upon so let’s pretend my name is Jane and his name was Carl. One day I was on the bus and Carl, a boy a year younger than me kept talking to me and he was a bit bothersome. His bus stop was four after mine but sometimes, he’d get off at my stop and walk across the golf...
Story #13
Okay everyone else shared their story, so why not share mine.
To give a brief backstory: I have major trust issues due to things that went on with my sister when I was younger and I honestly have Fast forward to about a year and a half ago and I was attending school in Nashville. I had been getting random notes at my dorm room and just random/creepy things going on. One of the notes was cut out...
Story #12
have a story, all I really have is what i’m about to type.
I was never told that i wasn’t skinny enough or good enough by anyone so thats not what my story is about. Sorry I didn’t mean to sound full of myself right there. All I have is that I fight with my parents all the time, mostly my dad we just fight about the stupidest things. I do in a way have a medical condition that i’ve never told...
Story #11
my mind is different. i can’t focus, i act on impulse way too much, and i let the slightest things bother me. this had a terrible effect on me growing up, but i’m not going to get into all of those specifics because i don’t really care to type all of that out. to try to cope i did things like cutting, taking pills, and screaming at my parents who really do love me and just wanted to help me....
Story #10
I was in the eighth grade.The year started out perfectly. I loved my classes,was more confident with myself,had a big group of friends and everything was going great.The group would always hang out and eventually two people(one being my best friend) in the group started dating. Awhile later my best friend realized she didn’t want to date blank anymore.He was pissed,lied about what happened in the...
Story #9
This is my story…
Growing up I was always overweight. I still am, it’s largely a genetic thing. Being heavy doesn’t make self-esteem come easy. Being heavy with a family that points it out constantly makes it even harder. I have one sibling, an older sister. She was always the pretty one growing up, she was the cheerleader/gymnast when we were kids and the dancer in high school. I was the “shy”...
Story #8
When I was just about 7 years old, my uncle died from a heart attack. My world stopped when I found out. I started acting bitterly towards others, but not just because of my uncle. After my uncle passed my dad became very angry with everything. He started to yell at me for no reason at all, he and my mom were constantly fighting, and he began to also start yelling at my 4 year old (at the time)...
Story #7
I wasn’t the skinniest person growing up. I was actually really chubby. I would hear giggles and whispers behind my back when I would walk down the hallway. I knew what they were laughing and talking about. I was nicknamed “Miss Piggy” in school. I would here oink noises every time I would bring food to my lips at lunch. Everyday at lunch I would buy less and less food so that I would have to hear...
Story #6
First off, Let me just say that I’ve read all your stories and all of them have touched my heart deeply. I know that these things are serious matters and they hurt to talk about. Thank you for sharing that. Now, when i tell mine, keep in mind that it seems silly, but back then it hurt. a lot. and so. here goes nothing. 2nd semester of 8th grade, I was pretty well known. I thought it was in a...
Story #6
so i get out of school and it appeard to be a normal wonderful april day. i walk to my car and meet my sister. we are driving out of the parking lot and notice one of my “friends” is behind us. he calls me and asks me to go to this girls house for a few minutes because they were having a pool party. however, i had to pick up my car from the shop so denied the offer. he begged and pleaded with me...
Story #5
When I was in the 8th grade, I weighted 180. I had gained a lot of weight since the 4th grade because of the medicine I was taking to keep myself alive (I had chronic asthma, which would often turn into bronchitis). People made fun of me after they noticed I started gaining weight, calling me things like “the sad balloon” or just plain “fat boy.” One day, when I decided to stand up for myself to...
Story #4
So, I guess here it is. A story I don’t tell very often. But LUL has showed me that people have it worst off then me. Until I moved my 8th grade year i lived with my mom and brother. I loved it there and I had the best friends in the world..but one day i decided I had to leave. I found myself unhappy and doing stupid things to get attention. My mom was always at work and when she wasn’t she was...
Story #3
I don’t mind people knowing my story because it has made me a stronger person today. Here you go: Starting after my mother died when I was 6 years old, my father became a totally different person. He became very violent and used harsh words. He would tell me that it was my fault she was gone and that I didn’t deserve to be alive either. That if anyone should have died, it should have been me. I...
Story #2
So I found your group on Facebook and the stories really touched me. I decided to share mine with you. It’s not as extreme as everyone else’s but it’s deeply affected my life. If you want to post this you can, just change names or whatever.
So the summer before my freshman year my aunt, who I was really close to, died from cancer. This was the most devastating thing I’ve ever gone through in my...
Megan's Story.
A few years ago, I was so consumed in the negative portrayal of beauty in the entertainment world. I, just like most girls, thought it order to gain respect and love from people I needed to look a certain way. I would sit in my room flipping through magazines and cutting out pictures of these models and actresses saying to myself that one day I would look just like them. I look back on this now...
Story #1
Why am I such a fragile person? I ask myself this a lot. It all started when I was 13. We had this thing in middle school called “colors” and that’s how our teachers were determined. The majority of my friends were in the opposite color of me and my friend Kelsey. I grew closer with Kelsey, but she also had different friends that I didn’t know too well. I stopped being invited places. I sat in my...